The Spot

Last week was like that. So much happened that it's hard to imagine it all fit into so few days.
Well, Emilie made it. She got stranded in New York last Tuesday night, but she made it in time for the viewing Wednesday. So for a few days we were all together again, which was very very nice. I had been missing everyone, especially my sister. The occasion was sad: as our priest put it, we're always saddened when we lose a member of our family, our community.. even when death seems appropriate.
Nonetheless, we appreciated being together, and I miss everyone now. The weekend after the funeral was actually more stressful than the funeral itself: during the week I helped to write the eulogy, so I had to put my essays aside. Despite McGill's condolances marks were still due Monday, so I had to write my 30 pages of essays over the weekend.
Now that it's all over I feel complete release. School's just about over: I have one exam left, in a [hopefully] A course. My uncles are helping me move out tonight. I'm going to be staying with Meghan for the next few days, and we're going to say goodbye to Montreal in style, capping it all off with the Sloan concert. Best of all, I'm going to be spending my weekends with my young cousins.
I know I won't be coming back to Montreal, and I feel like I got to mourn that too: I'm not sure if that's appropriate, but there you have it. Now that I've let it all go I feel more free to enjoy what time I have left.
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